Me (not being able to pass by a teaching opportunity): See the barcode on this ice cream? The computer at the store has a big list of everything in the store, so when I buy this ice cream, the computer knows there is one less in the freezer. After several people buy the ice cream, and there is only a few left, the computer sends a message to the big Kroger warehouse, and tells them “Hey, you’re almost out of Blue Bell Moo-Llennium Crunch, you better send a case to the store in this town.” Same thing with cheese, or milk, or apples. It’s called an Inventory System.

Girl: Infintory?

Me: Inventory. Pretty cool, huh? All kinds of places have inventory so they know how much stuff they have, how much they sell, and what to get to put in the stores.

Dad: ” … ”

Girl and Boy: That’s really neat. Thank you, ma’am. Cool. Good night!

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You know what? I may not have the Greater Kroger Supermarket Inventory System story just right, but I bet it’s close. My explanation was reasonable. But that’s not even the point. I answered the children’s questions with a simple, age-appropriate answer. They learned something new. Their curiosity was answered, and it will encourage them to ask more questions. Maybe the Formerly-Me little girl will realize that most questions have an answer, or part of an answer, or no answer, but she won’t take silence or dismissal. If there is no answer, maybe she’ll hunt for one. Maybe she won’t accept answers like “God did it” or “because I said so.”

Kids are like that. They explore, they touch, they feel, they put everything in their mouths or up their noses. They eat dirt, sit on the dog, take the doll’s head off to see what happens. And gradually, as they get unsatisfying answers, or they enter a school system where the study of science is a collection of facts rather than a process of investigation, and all the curiosity is ripped out of their soul. They are forced to read novels that don’t speak to them, learn history as dates rather than stories.

They become bored, and they lose their need to know, their thirst for everything and anything.

When a child asks you a question, one of curiosity, don’t dismiss them. Even if they ask you something you know nothing about, help them find out. Use the Internet, go to the library or a museum, ask the fricking manager at the Kroger how she knows what to order to keep the shelves stocked.

Grow a scientist. Because, you know, DINOSAURS AND PLUTO AND ROCKS AND ICKY BUGS AND VOLCANOES!

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I see this with so many of my daughter’s friends. They don’t know so many things MissG takes for granted. I wonder sometimes what some parents talk to their kids about – I fear they just don’t speak to them abut anything.

My mom answered my questions when I was little. When I got older (6ish), she taught me how to look things up in the dictionary, encyclopedia (pre-Google), etc. (She still talked to me, of course!) It’s so sad to me how many parents don’t want to talk to their kids, presumably children they DECIDED to have. I’m sure being a parent is hard work. But I kind of feel like (and my mom has always said), don’t do it if you don’t want to put in the effort.